Текст песни Timur Nagieff Poject - Холодной веткой

Cold branch I had to tend to the earth ,
Stained autumn leaf fall
And smiling in shaky shroud ,
I silence he seemed pleased .

Wait, do not go, rest
From the bustle of the world Sgin ,
For a while,
I'll go home,
And do not look back.

Before the painted leaves , jogging
I laughed a welcome breeze ,
And hurry , throwing circle
What's on the road met .

Goodbye , big words !
But the promise is rarely
Keep unnecessary things
And oppression of the cage .

Falling asleep in the clear water dipper ,
Fry - a penknife ,
How joyful praise of nature ,
Silver Sky Lodge .

June 4, 2006